Ever since I moved to Tennessee, I had felt so happy. I was finally what I had always wanted to be. I was a nobody.
My family had moved to Tennessee from California only a week ago. My mom had came home one day from work and announced sadly, that we would be moving. My grandpa had died, leaving my grandma alone in a huge plantation-like house. Two weeks later, we were living with my grandma in Tennessee.
It wasn't like I was happy my granddad had died, but I can't say I was sad. I had never knew my grandparents. My mom had moved to California for college, while there, she met and fell in love with my father. They married once finished with college. Two years later, I was born.
We had lived in California for my whole life. Which, only being 16 years, wasn't a lot. In those 16 years, I had managed to be, what would be considered a normal teenager.
I had never broken a bone, despite my many years of cheer. Managed to be an "A,B" student. I had even needed braces, There was also nothing special about me. I had no hidden talents. I mean sure, I could sing if I actually wanted to, but I didn't feel the need to. I had naturally blonde hair, and dull green eyes. I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't fat. I was somewhere in the middle.
The day my mom told me we were moving, I went out and bought black hair dye. I went home, locked myself in my bathroom, and began the hair dying process.
Two weeks later, I was at my grandma's in the middle of July. My grandfather had been cremated, so there was no funeral for him. When we arrived, my grandma welcomed us with open arms. I mean, I had never seen her before, so it was like embracing a stranger.
We had lived there for about 2 weeks when grandma started getting really sick. Of course, when the day came that she passed away, I still felt nothing, but I knew I should.
The few weeks before school started were the slowest weeks of my life. My mom wouldn't come out of her room. My father had to force her to eat and sleep and shower.
On the first day at my new school, my mom came out of her room long enough to tell me she loved me. I walked out of the house, got in my car, and I was on my way to school.
As I stepped into my classroom, I saw something I wouldn't normally expect. It was just like on TV. The teacher was no where to be found, and the students were socializing with each other. I found a seat towards the middle of the class. Class, oh how I loved that word. It wasn't like I was going to slack off, but I was just going to try to stay away from all humans, except the teachers.
The bell rang, and the teacher walked into the classroom. I mean sure, she was pretty, but I knew the guys thought otherwise. As I looked around the classroom, all the guys mouths were hanging open. Geesh, talk about being thankful for no one knowing you.
The look that the guys were giving the teacher was the exact same look I had always gotten in California. The look I was trying to avoid.
